A surly Dog having made his bed on some hay in a manger; an Ox, pressed by hunger, came up, and wished to satisfy his appetite with a little of the provender; but the Dog, snarling and putting himself in a threatening posture, prevented his touching it, or even approaching the spot where he lay.

Envious animal, exclaimed the Ox, how ri dic-u-lous is your be-ha-vi-our! You cannot eat the hay yourself; and yet you will not allow me, to whom it is so de-si-ra-ble, to taste it.

The Miser who hoards up his gold,
Unwilling to use or to lend,
Himself in the dog may behold,

The ox in his indigent friend.
To hoard up what we can't enjoy,
Is Heaven's good purpose to destroy.

A She-Goat shut up her Kid in safety at home, while she went to feed in the fields, and advised her to keep close. A wolf watching their motions, as soon as the Dam was gone, hastened to the house, and knocked at the door. Child, said he, counterfeiting the voice of the Goat, I forgot to embrace you; open the door, I beseech you, that I may give you this token of my affection. No! no! replied the Kid (who had taken a survey of the deceiver through the window), I cannot possibly give you admission; for though you feign very well the voice of my Dam, I perceive in every other respect that you are a Wolf.

Let every youth, with cautious breast,
Allurement's fatal dangers shun,
Who turns sage counsel to a jest,
Takes the sure road to be undone.
A Parent's counsels e'er revere,
And mingle confidence with fear.

A Wolf and a Lamb, by chance came to the same stream to quench their thirst. The water flowed from the former towards the latter, who stood at an humble distance; but no sooner did the Wolf perceive the Lamb, than, seeking a pretext for his destruction, he ran down to him, and accused him of disturbing the water which he was drinking. How can I disturb it? said the Lamb, in a great fright: the stream flows from you to me; and I assure you, that I did not mean to give you any offence. That may be, replied the Wolf; but it was only yesterday that I saw your Sire encouraging the Hounds that were pursuing me. Pardon me! answered the Lamb, my poor Sire fell a victim to the Butcher's knife upwards of a month since. It was your Dam, then, replied the savage beast. My Dam, said the innocent, died on the day I was born. Dead or not, vociferated the Wolf, as he gnashed his teeth in rage: I know very well that all the breed of you hate me, and therefore I am determined to have my revenge. So saying, he sprung upon the defenceless Lamb, and worried and ate him.

Injustice, leagu'd with Strength and Pow'r,

Nor Truth nor Innocence can stay;
In vain they plead when Tyrants lour,
And seek to make the weak their prey.
No equal rights obtain regard
When passions fire, and spoils reward.

N

Words of SIX Syllables, and upwards, properly

accented.

A-bóm-i-na-ble-ness An-te-di-lú-vi-an

in-vól-un-ta-ri-ly

ge-ne-ral-ís-si-mo

Un-pár-don-a-ble-ness He-ter-o-gé-ne-ous

un-próf-it-a-ble-ness his-to-ri-og-ra-pher

un-reá-son-a-ble-ness

Im-mu-ta-bíl-i-ty

A-pos-tól-i-cal-ly

in-fal-li-bíl-i-ty

Be-a-tíf-i-cal-ly

Pe-cu-li-ár-i-ty

Cer-e-mó-ni-ous-ly

pre-des-ti-ná-ri-an

cir-cum-ám-bi-ent-ly

Su-per in-ténd-en-cy

-con-sen-tá-ne-ous-ly

U-ni-ver-sál-i-ty

con-tu-mé-li-ous-ly

un-phi-lo-sóph-i-cal

Di-a-ból-i-cal-ly

An-ti-trin-i-tá-ri-an

di-a-mét-ri-cal-ly

Com-men-su-ra-bíl-i-ty

dis-o-be-di-ent-ly

Dis-sat-is-fác-ti-on

Em-blem-át-i-cal-ly

Ex-tra-ór-di-na-ri-ly

In-con-síd-er-ate-ly

Im-ma-te-ri-ál-i-ty

n-con-vé-ni-ent-ly

im-pen-e-tra-bíl-i-ty

in-ter-róg-a-to-ry

in-com-pat-i-bíl-i-ty

Ma-gis-té-ri-al-ly

in-con-síd-er-a-ble-ness

mer-i-tó-ri-ous-ly in-cor-rupt-i-bíl-i-ty

Re-com-ménd-a-to-ry in-di-vis-i-bíl-i-ty

Su-per-án-nu-a-ted Lat-i-tu-di-ná-ri-an

su-per-nú-me-ra-ry

Val-e-tu-di-ná-ri-an

INDUSTRY and INDOLENCE CONTRASTED.

A Tale by DR. PERCIVAL.

IN a village, at a small distance from the metropolis, lived a wealthy husbandman, who had two sons, William and Thomas; the former of whom was exactly a year older than the other.

On the day when the second son was born, the husbandman planted in his orchard two young apple-trees of an equal size, on which he bestowed the same care in cultivating; and they throve so much alike, that it was a difficult matter to say which claimed the preference.

As soon as the children were capable of using garden implements, their father took them, on a fine day, early in the spring, to see the two plants he had reared for them, and called after their names. William and Thomas having much admired the beauty of these trees, now filled with blossoms, their father told them, that he made them a present of the trees in good condition, which would continue to thrive or decay in proportion to the labour or neglect they received.

Thomas, though the youngest son, turned all his attention to the improvement of his tree, by clearing it of insects as soon as he discovered them, and propping up the stem that it might grow perfectly upright. He dug about it, to loosen the earth, that the root might receive nourishment from the warmth of the sun, and the moisture of the dews. No mother could nurse her child more tenderly in its infancy than Thomas did h tree.

His brother William, however, pursued a very different conduct; for he loitered away all his time in the most idle and mischievous manner, one of his principal amusements being to throw stones at people as they passed. He kept company with all the idle boys in the neighbourhood, with whom he was continually fighting, and was seldom without either a black eye or a broken skin. His poor tree was neglected, and never thought of, till one day in autumn, when, by chance, seeing his brother's tree loaded with the finest apples, and almost ready to break down with the weight, he ran to his own tree, not doubting that he should find it in the same pleasing condition.